Alright, I Give In.

I think that I have reached a point in my life when I can write about the one thing I never see anything about. Thus, the title of this post.

Those involved in my creative writing class the actually read this sad little existence of a blog will know how much I have despised the Natalie Goldberg tapes and her droning, monotonous lectures on memoirs.

Yes, I do plan on writing something that is memoirish to an extent. It will be a combination of essays, creative writing journal entries, and memories of course.

I think it’s about time that people know what Multiple Hereditary Exostoses is and how it affects people. It’s a chapter of my life that I think I’ve left finished for the most part, I just need to write the epilogue.

I am well aware of how ludicrous the previous statement about MHE was as the mutation that I have is a very, very rare occurence–unless you live in Mexico. For some odd reason, a lot of people in South America seem to have it.

Anyways, I digress. I doubt anyone will actually want to read about MHE. It’s not something that people might really take seriously, but it has a deeper affect that most people would realize. Of course, most people just look at the surface.

Maybe that’s why I’m writing this. I need to show that people need to look at the bottom of the pool, not just the pretty water on the top.

I think including my rants and the like in there will help that.

Most of all, I think I need to justify to this world and to myself who I am and why I am that person. After all, I’m going to be famous one day.